It had been a productive week or so since they had set sail. Despite Galen’s reservations about painting the jolly roger on the Red Baron, he knew that the Marquis would figure it out anyway. With that in mind, he had been trying to plan the best he could; it wasn’t like he was a navigator, so he would never be the next Nami, but Jones did have a general sense of the area from sailing in Redwell’s crew.

Another thing he had known was that the Rainbow Raiders was that they were never together. The Marquis needed people in different places to extort new islands, so Jones and Siobhan could take out each one of the four Raiders individually while searching for the new crew members on her list, then they could focus on taking out Blackwell himself. It was as good of a plan as any other that he could come up.

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In the present, Jones was just enjoying his time on the unnamed fishing trawler. He’d been a pirate for some time now, but this was the first crew he felt like he was happy to be a part of. Giobhan was great and he felt like they could take on the world. He had been reading a medical book he had taken from Redwell’s quarters (why he had one there was beyond him, but the doctor was guessing it was worth money) when he was interrupted.

"Giant Angler incoming!!" It was his captain, who had caught their next meal. The trawler struggled to stay afloat as the fish flopped around and raged in the direction of the doctor, but by now Jones was used to this.

"That should be good for dinner!" Siobhan said.

 “Are you sure about that? Maybe we need 10 more of them to make sure you don’t get hungry later,” Jones joked, “but let’s eat!”